I was trying to be sneaky but he must have spotted me peeping round the door.

At first I thought I’d be in it deep and was about to duck out of view and dash off back to bed. But I held his gaze just long enough to see his mouth break into a smile and then heard him say to Uncle Paul, “Looks like we’ve got ourselves an audience!”

Uncle Paul, who was sort of squatting bent over in front of him, looked over and laughed when he saw me hovering in the doorway.

That’s when I figured they weren’t gonna make a big deal and call my mom and dad.

The two of them grinned over at me like that, still sort of rocking back and forth and doing whatever it was they were doing, then I heard Uncle Paul say, “It’s okay, Bren, Sandy’s always said she wants him to grow up with a liberal view of sex.”

Sandy’s my mom. She’s also Uncle Paul’s older sister.

And it’s true that she wants me to be ‘sexually broad-minded’ as she puts it. She and dad never close their bedroom door even when they’re making love and they know I’m spying on them. She says it’s good that I see how the birds and bees work, whatever that means, and dad always laughs when he’s putting me back to bed and sees how my cannon’s raised high and making my pyjama bottoms stick right out.

It’s all about me growing up without any embarrassment or hang-ups, or at least that’s what mom says. So that’s why I’d crept along to see what my two uncles were doing when I heard sounds like they were making love too.

“But who could they be making love to?” I’d wondered as I’d listened to them panting and grunting from along the corridor. There weren’t any other women staying with them in the house – neither of them had wives or girlfriends or anything like that – and in any case the two of them were sharing the one spare bed we’ve got in the house.

When I’d peeped around the door, I’d found the two of them were the only ones in the room. They were both in their nuddies, which was kind of weird, and Uncle Brendan was behind Uncle Paul with their bodies sort of writhing against each other, moving together with a steady, gentle rhythm. I couldn’t tell if they were wrestling or playing piggy-back or just having some stupid joke, but I was amazed at how sweaty they were and how hot and stinky the room had got.

That’s when Uncle Brendan saw me in the doorway and Uncle Paul, who was bending over in front of him, looked over and laughed.

“Pretty curious were you, Matthew?” Uncle Brendan chuckled.

He kept doing his thing against Uncle Paul’s butt, his hips grinding away at it without missing a beat.

“If you want to see what we’re doing, you should come right in,” Uncle Paul called over. “You don’t have to spy around the doorway like a peeping Tom!”

“Will his mom be okay with him seeing this?” Uncle Brendan asked him, still pumping his hips back and forth a bit like dad does when he’s doing sex stuff with mom.

“She’d be more pissed off if we sent him away,” my mom’s brother replied, just sort of squatting there pushing his butt back to meet Uncle Brendan’s hips. “She’d say it was teaching him that what we’re doing is somehow dirty or nasty.”

“Come on in, then, chief,” Uncle Brendan chuckled over to me. “Get a good look at how it’s done when it’s two guys doing it!”

I walked into the room and over to the end of their bed.

From that angle I could see that Uncle Brendan’s pecker was pushed between Uncle Paul’s butt-cheeks and sort of moving in and out, the way dad’s does when he’s going at it with mom. It looked very thick and hard, really slippy from all the goo that was on it, and his nuts were enormous too and pressing against the backs of Uncle Paul’s legs.

At first I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I mean, he couldn’t have his big chub up there for real, could he?

“What are you laughing at?” Uncle Brendan asked me.

“The way you guys are pressing up against each other,” I giggled, “makes it look like your wick’s up Uncle Paul’s pooper!”

The two of them laughed back and I was pleased they could see the funny side of it. Uncle Brendan didn’t pull away, though, and from what I could see, it really did look like he had the massive thing plugged up Uncle Paul’s butthole. It was wedged between his cheeks and the big fat shaft of it disappeared off into the furry crack.

“So… er… what are you doing?” I asked, still chuckling at the idea that one man might shove his beanstalk up another man’s fudge tunnel.

“What do you think we’re doing?” Uncle Paul grinned back, still squatting on all fours with his butt pushed right back against Uncle Brendan’s bush.

I didn’t know what to say – what I wanted to say sounded too silly – so I just giggled and said I didn’t know.

“What’s it called when your mom and dad do this?” Uncle Brendan asked.

“Do what?” I asked.

“When your dad pushes his stick up inside part of your mom’s body.”

“Making love,” I told him.

“Well, that’s what we’re doing too.”

“But you guys can’t make love,” I chortled, just about creasing up. “I mean, you’re two men, aren’t you?!”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing,” Uncle Paul said, smiling at my amusement. “This is what it looks like when two men are making love.”

“Yeah?” I grinned hardly able to believe it. “You do it by letting him shove his dick up your butt?”

“It’s not that I’m ‘letting him’, Matthew,” he chuckled. “I’m doing this because I want to… because I’m enjoying it too!”

He pushed himself up a bit so I could see his beef-pole rising up from between his legs. It looked huge and its helmet was a deep shade of purple, covered in a shiny wet liquid that was oozing from its slit.

“Wow!” I laughed. “You’ve got a chubbie even bigger and thicker than dad’s gets when he’s doing sex stuff with mom!”

Uncle Paul laughed back. “That’s what Uncle Brendan’s wanger is doing to me… making me feel sexy the way it’s sliding in and out of my bum!”

“Not all men do sex stuff,” Uncle Paul explained, smiling at how interested I was watching Uncle Brendan’s thick slippery rod sliding in and out of his butt-crack. “Only men who love each other, like me and Uncle Brendan do.”

I couldn’t believe how hairy he was back there. It was like a thick black forest sprouting out from between his big, round cheeks.

“What if you let out a fart?” I giggled. “While his todger’s up your poop chute?”

I nodded, still giggling at the thought of his big hairy butt-crack letting out a stinker of a fart around Uncle Brendan’s thick donger.

When Uncle Brendan had stopped laughing he said, “But accidents do happen sometimes. More often, though, when your Uncle Paul is doing it to me.”

“When Uncle Paul is doing it to you?” I repeated, not understanding.

Uncle Paul, still smiling, said, “We don’t always make love like this, Matthew. Sometimes we do it the other way around and I push my jimmy up your Uncle Brendan’s bum.”

“Wow!” I laughed. “Mom and dad can’t swap places like that!”

Uncle Brendan beamed down at me, with his massive chopper driving quickly in and out of Uncle Paul’s gaping butthole.

“We make love in lots of ways,” he told me. “We put our mouths around each other boners… lie down together so we can suck them for each other…”

“That is so boss!” I gasped. “Does it make the white stuff come out like dad’s does when mom does it?”

“Sometimes,” Uncle Brendan laughed. “But usually it’s better when we make the white stuff come out by sliding them in and out of each other’s bums.”

“How else do you make love?” I asked, eager to learn how it worked when it was two men.

“Sometimes we lick each other’s bottoms,” Uncle Paul grinned over at me, still on all fours and really pushing his hips back to meet Uncle Brendan’s thrusts.

I nearly fell about with laughter at the thought of them doing that.

“Come on, don’t be daft!” I managed gasp, through gales of giggles. “I can’t believe anyone would do that!”

“We do,” Uncle Brendan proudly declared. “Not often, but sometimes.”

“No you don’t!” I insisted, still cracking up at the idea.

Uncle Paul said, “It’s something that’s only done by men who love each other very, very much.”

“Okay then,” I said, with a challenge to my voice. “Let’s see you do it.”

“Do you want to show him?” Uncle Brendan asked him, as if I couldn’t hear. Then in more of a whisper, “You’ve seen that he’s running a stiffie, haven’t you?”

I was running a stiffie: he was right on that score. It was making the front of my pyjama bottoms stick out like I had a toy gun stuffed down there. I liked it that my two uncles both had big hard bong-ons while mine was, in its own smaller way, showing itself to be just as manly.

“I think it’s great that he’s curious,” Uncle Paul said, pulling his butt away from Uncle Brendan’s huge swollen porker. When the massive head of thing pulled out from Uncle Paul’s back passage, his ringpiece accidentally let out a really loud fart that made him go bright red and sent me into another fit of giggles.

They kept talking while I was in stitches and it was only when I at last managed to pull myself together that I heard Uncle Paul finishing off what he was saying with, “… and it’s only natural that he finds watching us sexy and exciting.”

By the time I finally was able to look back over at them in their new positions on the bed, still tittering at how funny Uncle Paul’s huge back blast had been, I saw that Uncle Brendan was standing up in front of my mom’s brother with his back turned towards him so that his big muscly butt was right in front of his face. His crack was even hairier than Uncle Paul’s had been; a coarse wiry undergrowth of it was bristling out from between his cheeks.

“Okay, Matthew,” Uncle Paul said in a more serious voice like my teacher did when he thought things had got out of hand. “I’m going to lick Uncle Brendan’s bum now, and I don’t want you to laugh again like you just did, because this is a very special thing for two men to do together.”

“Will he fart in your face?” I managed to say before setting myself off again.

When I’d settled down, he said, in that teacher voice again, “Uncle Brendan won’t fart, I can promise you that. He’ll just be enjoying having my tongue licking at his bumhole, just like I was enjoying having his stevie inside mine.”

“Will he like it so much that it’ll make him shoot his white stuff all over?” I asked.

“Perhaps,” Uncle Paul said before Uncle Brendan joked: “It’s more likely that your Uncle Paul will be shooting his white stuff all over while he’s got his face pushed between my bum cheeks!”

I laughed but now I was fascinated: I’d have to watch Uncle Paul’s pecker carefully in case it went off without me noticing just like dad’s sometimes did.

Uncle Paul turned to the huge, round butt-cheeks in front of him and pressed his face into the hairy crack so that his mouth was right where the hole would be. I could see his mouth was moving as he worked his tongue in and out, and I couldn’t believe how hard it made my wiener throb against my pyjamas as I watched him lapping at Uncle Brendan’s pooper.

Uncle Brendan looked down at me and beamed a really big smile, then grabbed hold of his own big shlong and worked his hand quickly up and down its thick length. I smiled back at him, enjoying watching him doing something to himself that I liked doing to my own in my bed at night. I always liked it when I saw men jerking off with their knobs all horned-up. I’d seen my dad bashing away at his in the shed when mom was out shopping, and one day round my mate Jason’s house we’d spied on his dad sitting on the toilet looking at a magazine with his wrist going at it full speed. Both times, white stuff had ended up shooting out of the men’s bell-ends so I watched Uncle Brendan’s intently in case his did the same.

When it didn’t – when it was just his fist pounding the massive thing – I looked down at Uncle Paul’s rock hard broomstick, in case it was about to start flinging its yoghurt.

He was rubbing his hand up and down his shaft even faster than Uncle Brendan was, while his mouth was munching away at the big hairy butt in his face. The head of it was bright red and had gone really shiny but there wasn’t any white stuff squirting out of the slit and in the end I decided this was actually pretty boring.

I didn’t want to watch guys make love by chewing on each other’s butts – it was just about as dull as watching dad when he sticks his face in mom’s boob. I wanted to see them sticking their poles up each other’s tooshies. That had been the most fun: seeing their two big manly bodies joined together the way that mom and dad end up when they’re doing it on their bed.

I said, “How long do you do it for? Like this, I mean.”

Uncle Paul pulled his face away from licking between Uncle Brendan’s butt-cheeks, and made me giggle by pulling some curly hairs off his lips.

He said, “Making love shouldn’t be timed, Matthew. We do it for as long as it feels nice for us both.”

I looked at Uncle Brendan’s gaping crack, and saw how the forest of curly hair which was sprouting from it, was now wet and frothy where Uncle Pauls’ mouth had been.

“What does it taste like?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Is it dead nasty like poo?”

Uncle Paul chuckled and shook his head. “Of course not… it tastes beautiful and sexy… a very special sort of taste.”

“Can I have a taste of it?” I asked, craning my head towards the furry trench between Uncle Brendan’s muscular cheeks. I was fascinated to know what a ‘sexy’ taste was like. Whether it would be stinky or sweaty, or like the smell of dirty pants.

Uncle Paul laughed, “Proper little rim-rookie, isn’t he?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I saw his big standing-up prick swell up even harder and the end get really fat and shiny.

“No, you can’t do that,” Uncle Brendan said with a kind smile. “It’s something that only grown men do together, Matthew.”

“Can I have a lick of yours, then?” I asked Uncle Paul, desperate to see what it was like.

With some things like scrounging for sweets at the supermarket, Uncle Paul will give in to stuff that Uncle Brendan won’t. Something about him being my mom’s brother makes him more likely to say yes.

Not this time, though.

“It’s for men, Matthew, not young lads your age. You can try it all you want when you reach eighteen.”

“He’s gonna be really popular with the guys at college,” Uncle Brendan laughed.

“Can I see you ‘doing it’ again?” I asked. “I mean, doing it properly like mom and dad do, but doing it up the pooper instead of a woman’s veejay?”

“It’s called making love,” Uncle Brendan laughed, getting down on his knees and bending over in front of Uncle Paul. He reached back and put a hand on each of his butt cheeks and prized them apart while Uncle Paul shuffled up behind him.

I realised I was going to get to watch them doing it the other way round to how they’d been making love when I’d first seen them.

“Oh wow!” I called out. “Do you always do it both ways? Take turns to push your boners up each other’s brown holes?”

Uncle Paul beamed over at me as he worked the big red head of his pecker into Uncle Brendan’s hairy crack.

“Sometimes,” he said, “but not that often. Usually Uncle Brendan makes love to me using my bum, but sometimes we like to do it this way too.”

“That’s ace!” I laughed. “It must get really boring for dad, having to always do it the same way round.”

“I don’t think he’d like doing it this way round,” Uncle Brendan laughed back, as he pushed his big round butt back onto Uncle Paul’s prick.

I watched as his long fat stalk-on slid slowly through Uncle Brendan’s dookie-tube.

“Does it make your willy smell afterwards?” I asked. “Making love like this?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “But it’s a nice sort of smell… it reminds me of being intimate with Uncle Brendan.”

“Does it stink really bad when you take it out to pee?” I asked, fascinated by the thought that next time I was standing next to Uncle Paul or Uncle Brendan in the loo, one of their dicks might give me a whiff of the other uncle’s butt.

“It doesn’t stink,” Uncle Paul laughed as his todger disappeared into the bristly forest of Uncle Brendan’s butt crack. “But it does have a certain odour to it.”

“Can other men smell it when you’re using the public loo?”

I would hate for that to happen to me: for other lads at school to know I’d had my twig up someone’s backdoor from the way it smelt when I was peeing.

It would be a dead funny way for me and dad to have a joke, though: for me and him and Uncle Paul to be peeing when we were out somewhere and for me to sniff the air and say to dad like I really meant it: “Can you smell Uncle Brendan’s butt?”

We’d both sniff a few times like there was a definite smell coming from somewhere, then I’d lean over to take a whiff of Uncle Paul’s big floppy cob as he peed.

Dad would really laugh at that. I wondered if he knew how men make love when there isn’t a woman for them to do it with. I wondered if he knew Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan did it together using each other’s poopers.

Uncle Paul just laughed and said, “Of course not, Matthew. It doesn’t smell that strong. It hardly smells at all.”

His hairy bush was now tickling Uncle Brendan’s big meaty cheeks and his nads were pressing against the back of his thighs.

The two of them turned to me and grinned, their bodies locked together, before Uncle Paul started moving his hips back and forth so his pork-sword moved slowly in and out of the damp hairy crack. I just stared at them, enthralled by how amazing they looked as two grown men making love right in front of me.

Uncle Paul’s steady rhythm gradually quickened until he started panting and his forehead ended up wet with sweat as he enjoyed the feel of having his chubbed-up dick deep up inside Uncle Brendan. I noticed Uncle Brendan was enjoying it too: his breath was getting faster as he smiled over at me and I saw him start to push his butt-cheeks back to meet Uncle Pauls’ firm thrusts.

Just then Uncle Paul struggled to change his position: rising to his feet and sort of squatting behind Uncle Brendan who stuck his butt right out like he was taking a massive crap. Uncle Paul grabbed him by the shoulders and the two of them started going at it really quickly: so fast that Uncle Paul’s hips made loud cracking sounds against Uncle Brendan’s butt and so that rough I could hear his nuts slapping between them.

“Oh wow! That’s wicked!” I called out as they really went for it together. Uncle Paul’s dork was ramming in and out of Uncle Brendan’s backside with long, curving sweeps. It was making Uncle Brendan’s own big sausage bounce around underneath his belly as he kept pushing himself back to meet its frantic thrusts.

I heard Uncle Brendan whisper over his shoulder to Uncle Paul, “He really likes watching it gay-style, doesn’t he? His boner is sticking right out again!”

“It’s nice he’s so curious to see how two men make love together,” Uncle Paul said back to him, his voice becoming breathless from how fast and hard his hips were bucking.

“He’s making a big wet patch around his knob-end. Any second now he gonna start whacking himself off!”

It was like I couldn’t hear them; like I wasn’t standing right there while they were doing sex stuff in front of me.

“Do you get a boner when you’re watching your mom and dad making love?” Uncle Paul asked me.

“I guess,” I shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing, is it?”

“Of course it’s not,” he laughed, his face going red from how fast his jackhammer was going at it back and forth from Uncle Brendan’s big sweaty butt. “It’s natural to get aroused while you’re looking at something sexy.”

Just then the bedroom door swung open and dad peered around it, first surprised to see my uncles going at it on the bed and then even more wide-eyed at the sight of me standing watching them.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he called over to me.

And I stared back at him, equally wide-eyed, suddenly uneasy at being caught spying on two men doing it together and even more embarrassed that my pyjama front was sticking right out at full-mast.

“I… I dunno…” I stammered, grabbing my crotch to hide my woodie. “They… er… they said I could watch them…”

“Is that true?” dad asked, turning to my uncles who were still at it at full speed, banging away together like the guinea pigs do in the biology lab at school. “Did you say he could watch you having sex like… like this?”

Dad’s face looked shocked and his cheeks were bright red. What the hell sort of trouble had we all got ourselves into?

Part 2

Uncle Paul spoke first and, pausing with his pecker pushed halfway out of Uncle Brendan’s hairy crack, said, “Of course he can watch us, Vaughan. Matthew’s got a healthy curiosity and it’s good that he gets to see what two men do in bed.”

Uncle Brendan chimed in with, “Yeah, he shouldn’t just base everything he knows on what he sees you and Sandy getting up to.”

To my surprise, dad threw him a smile and then he looked back over at me more approvingly.

“Well that’s okay then, buddy,” he chuckled. “As long as you asked for permission from Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan to watch them making love, your mom’ll be pleased that you’re getting to know how it works when it’s not a man and a woman.”

I hadn’t really asked for permission, but I thought I’d let that one slide.

Instead, I brightly announced to dad: “My uncles make love by sticking their wieners up each other’s butts!”

Dad came over and peered at the way my two uncles’ male bodies were joined together. He was wearing his underwear and when he looked at how Uncle Pauls’ boner was wedged into Uncle Brendan’s crack, I saw his own sausage starting to grow bigger and push outwards against his boxer shorts.

“I bet you didn’t know they make love like this!” I said.

“I had no idea!” dad laughed with his boxers rising so they were sticking out nearly as much as my pyjama bottoms were.

He muttered to the two of them, “To be honest, I always figured you guys would do it the other way round!”

Uncle Paul laughed back, looking quite proud to be showing off how his knob shaft was buried into the thick forest between Uncle Brendan’s cheeks. I heard him half-whisper to dad, “I’m pleased to have surprised you, Vaughan! We don’t always follow stereotypes!”

“They lick each other’s butts too!” I was keen to inform dad. “It’s another way they make love!”

“Do they really?” he smiled, as Uncle Brendan looked back over his own shoulder to chuckle up at Uncle Paul. “And they let you see them doing it?”

“Yeah,” I beamed triumphantly. “But they said I can’t try it ’til I’m older. You could try it, though – it’s something men can do to each other.”

Uncle Paul found that hilarious and said, “Yeah, go for it, Vaughan!” He grabbed his own backside to pull one of his cheeks apart from the other and added, “Feel free to get stuck right in, mate!”

I roared with laughter, hoping my dad really would shove his face into Uncle Paul’s big round backside. I actually thought he was going to for a second and I’d have really loved it if he had.

It would have been hilarious to see Uncle Paul rogering Uncle Brendan, with my dad crouching down behind him so he could lick between his huge wobbly cheeks. I think I’d have died laughing if my dad really had done it, especially since Uncle Paul’s hole would be gaping right open from where Uncle Brendan’s massive bone-on had been rammed right up it.

But dad just laughed, “Sandy is always saying there’s a side to you I haven’t seen – but I don’t think she meant that, Paul!”

His shorts kept sticking out bigger and bigger, though. Dad’s pecker gets really long when it’s on full stalk and whenever I see it that way I always hope that mine will grow to that size one day.

So then I said, “Hey, dad, why don’t you stick your wanger up Uncle Paul’s butt? The three of you could do it in a row with Uncle Paul in the middle!”

Uncle Brendan just about laughed his head off at that, still bending on all fours with Uncle Paul’s thick pipe wedged halfway up his mud tunnel.

Dad laughed as well and I saw his trunk get so hard that it stood right up making his boxers rise upwards like an Indian tepee. Both my uncles looked at it and grinned at dad to show how much they liked it.

I was wishing dad’s big meat wrench would poke out through the fly of his shorts like it sometimes does on a morning when he’s just got out of bed. I’d have loved my two uncles to see how long it gets when it’s grown really hard and how massive its purple head looks when the skin’s rolled right back.

“Go on, dad!” I urged him. “Uncle Brendan’s already had his dipstick up there, and his is really fat – much thicker than yours! I reckon yours would just slide right up if Uncle Paul bends over a bit!”

Uncle Paul did as I’d suggested, crouching over Uncle Brendan to make his butt-crack gape open, and said, “Come on, then, fill ‘er up, big boy! I reckon it’ll be a bit tighter than what you’re used to!”

But dad just smiled and told me, “Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan are having sex together because they love each other very much. I love your mom the same way, so it would be wrong for me to do something like that with them.”

“But your flagpole’s at full mast!” I said back. “It’s sticking right out!”

Uncle Brendan laughed again and called over to dad, “Bring it over here, mate! I’d be happy to sort it out for you!”

He leered over at dad and did something with his tongue that I didn’t really get, and dad laughed back, enjoying whatever Uncle Brendan had meant. His long curved banana started making a damp patch on his shorts. Whatever Uncle Brendan was on about, it had made dad’s slit start dribbling like a leaky fire hydrant.

Dad looked back at me and explained, “It’s natural for men to get erections when they see something sexy, Matt.”

Uncle Brendan grinned over at him and asked, “We look sexy, do we, Vaughan? Doing it gay-style!”

Dad ignored him and glanced down at the front of my pyjamas. He added, “I see your pocket rocket is standing up too! The fact we’re both aroused is nothing for either of us to be ashamed of.”

My two uncles started up again, with Uncle Paul bucking his hips hard and fast against Uncle Brendan’s big firm butt. They grinned over at dad, first at his face and then moving their eyes down to his woodie which was sticking out bigger than I’d ever seen it, and dad just smiled back at them making love in front of him, looking almost like he admired how amazing they looked bonking away together as two grown men.

I said, “My willy’s getting sore, it’s been so long on full crank!”

Dad chuckled and said to both my uncles, “I think it would be good for him to masturbate while he’s watching you. That is, if you wouldn’t mind?”

Both of them shook their heads, their eyes gawking open at whatever he was saying.

He went on, “I’ve suggested he does it when Sandy and I are having sex and he’s watching us. We think it would be healthy for him to masturbate in front of wholesome imagery instead of the sort of stuff that’s on the internet.”

He always used that stupid word: masturbate. What was that all about? Like the other times he’d said it, I just nodded like I understood but I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was going on about.

Uncle Brendan leered over again and chuckled, “You could do it too, Vaughan, if it’s so healthy.” Then he added, in a whisper which I think I wasn’t supposed to hear, “If you stand over here, I’ll tickle your bollocks while you do it… maybe tickle what’s behind them if you like the feel of it…”

Dad just smirked and replied, “I’m gonna leave you guys to it. But think of what I said, Matt – it’s normal to feel excited when you see people making love and it’s okay to masturbate if you feel you want to.”

As he was leaving the room, he turned back to my uncles to ask, “You guys really don’t mind if he does it while he watches you?”

“Not at all,” they were both quick to call out at the same time.

Dad left the room and headed off back to bed, while Uncle Paul kept slamming in and out of Uncle Brendan’s backdoor. The two of them were really grinding against each other, dripping with sweat and panting like they were running a marathon.

Uncle Brendan pushed himself up and Uncle Paul wrapped his arms around his chest as his hips kept smacking against his butt cheeks. Uncle Brendan swivelled his head to look over his shoulder, and Uncle Paul reached forward and planted a big kiss on his lips.

I laughed at that at first – I’d never seen two grown men kiss before – but when I saw how serious and passionate they were snogging each other, using their tongues really deeply in each other’s mouths and getting their spit all over each other’s lips, I just stared at them in awe.

This was totally amazing: I’d never seen anything like it before. They were two big guys but they were even more into each other than mom and dad get when they’re doing it in bed. The way they were sweating and gasping and moaning as they necked together with that massive horn hammering in and out of the round muscly butt, made their lovemaking the most spectacular thing ever.

I couldn’t wait to be eighteen so I could try doing this myself. My rooster was aching at the thought of doing sex stuff in and out of another boy’s dirtbox like Uncle Paul’s was, and it would throb even harder when I imagined being like Uncle Brendan and bending over to let a horny lad push his big hard chopper all the way up mine until his nuts were pressing into mine.

Now my pyjama bottoms had a wet patch on them even bigger than dad’s boxer shorts had!

Uncle Brendan pulled his mouth away from Uncle Paul’s and called over to me, “It’s okay if you want to masturbate, Matthew. Neither of us would mind.”

I smiled at him and felt my face going red. “I don’t actually know what that means,” I told him. “He keeps saying it’s okay to do it – every time he sees me outside of him and mom’s bedroom – but I haven’t a clue what he’s on about!”

Uncle Brendan smiled and reached down to his massive prong, standing upright as if in full salute. The head of it was a lovely shiny purple and the stem, which looked so thick and hard, was covered in veins that were bulging outwards. He grabbed the shaft and started rubbing it up and down like he had before. Then he smiled more broadly and said, “This is what he’s talking about. It feels good to rub your todger when it’s hard and, like your dad said, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“You jerk off when you feel horny, don’t you?” Uncle Brendan said as bent forwards again and Uncle Paul grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Of course I do,” I told him. “All the time!”

“Well you can do it now,” he said, “unless you’d be embarrassed.”

“I won’t be embarrassed,” I giggled. After all, we were all guys in the room.

I’d been doing it in the shower when I was staying over with my friend Harry. His dad had come into the bathroom, saying he needed to shave, and had smiled when he’d seen my wrist whacking away at my morning wood. He’d said, “Don’t let me stop you, Matthew,” and so I’d kept pumping it faster and faster while he was shaving at the sink, with him grinning over at me through the mirror and me smirking back feeling dead manly. He’d called out, “Yeah, that’s got it!” when I’d started shooting my white stuff all over the glass door – a phrase that had become a running joke between me and Harry when I told him.

I hadn’t been embarrassed then and it would have been daft of me to be embarrassed now, since Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan were letting me watch them make love like men do.

I hitched my pyjama bottoms down and let my donger spring up. My uncles both looked down at it and I suddenly felt self-conscious that my little thin hard-on was so much smaller than the two whacking great pythons rising up from the bushes between their legs.

Uncle Paul grinned across at me, still pounding in and out of Uncle Brendan’s butt, “It looks fantastic, Matthew. You should be proud of it!”

I giggled because nobody had ever said I should be proud of something I just stuffed away inside my pants, and then I grabbed its narrow shaft between my thumb and finger to start whacking it off like I do when I’m in bed. My pink turtle head looked wet and slimy when my dick-skin slid back and forth across it but my uncles didn’t seem to mind how small my prick was or how yucky the end looked. They just stared at it as I bashed away at it right there in front of them, and if anything seeing me rubbing my little stiffie seemed to make Uncle Paul’s hips whack even faster against Uncle Brendan’s butt.

Just then dad came back into the room and grinned over at me jerking my prong off with my pyjama bottoms round my knees. I liked the smile that he threw me – it was as if he was pleased that I was growing into a man now I was masticating or whatever it was that he called it – and I pulled it faster and harder for him, making my baggy little nutsack wobble up and down in time with my wrist.

“You guys got me so horny, I can’t get back to sleep,” he said, with his shorts still sticking out like he was growing an extra leg. “Thought I’d whack off too, if you two are okay with it.”

Oh so now he says ‘whack off’! After all this time saying that stupid m-word.

Dad stood in front of my two uncles so that the pushed up front of his boxers was level with Uncle Brendan’s face. He chuckled at the two of them as their bodies kept grinding against each other, one behind the other the way as they made love both facing forwards like pairs of men must have to. Then he yanked his shorts down and let his long thin chubby bounce upwards for both my uncles to ogle at, before pulling his dick-skin back to show off its big round purple head and the long deep slit running down the middle of it.

“Oh, nice piece o’ meat!” Uncle Brendan muttered and dad beamed back at him, looking as pleased as I had.

He grinned over at me as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started pulling the skin of it and down over his big fat helmet.

I smiled back at him, making my hand go really fast on my little pixie-sized pecker that must have been about half the size of the much longer stalk that had helped to create me.

He said, “Looks like we’re a couple of wankers, eh, Matt?”

We both chuckled at each other, watching our hands sliding up and down our differently-sized fire poles, for a moment ignoring the two men who were going at it butt-style right next to us on the bed.

But then Uncle Brendan said, “Need any help?” to dad, craning his neck forwards and reaching his mouth towards his dad’s big shiny bell-head as he jerked it off.

Dad laughed and said, “Thought you’d never ask!” and pushed the end of it, which was dribbling a clear sticky liquid, forwards towards Uncle Brendan’s open lips.

I heard Uncle Paul mutter, “Go for it, Bren!” and to my amazement Uncle Brendan reached across to take my dad’s purple mushroom and most of the long thin stem behind it into his mouth.

At first I found it hilarious that Uncle Brendan’s lips were slurping up and down my dad’s boned-up root, just like mom’s sometimes does when I’m watching her and dad doing sex stuff after bedtime.

I laughed and called out, “Ah yeah, Uncle Brendan! Suck it like a lolly! Lick off all the goo!”

I saw Uncle Brendan’s mouth smile around my dad’s thrusting organ, but instead of pulling away from it and laughing back about how daft he’d just been like I was expecting, he kept eating the thing as if it was a big, juicy salami.

It wasn’t until dad grabbed Uncle Brendan’s head and told him, “Suck my root… c’mon… take it deep!” that I realised this wasn’t something that was meant as a joke.

Eventually I asked, as Uncle Brendan’s mouth and dad’s battering hips were really working up a hard, fast rhythm, “Is this another way that men make love?”

Uncle Paul said, “Yes,” just as dad barked out, “No!”

Still holding Uncle Brendan’s head and sliding his long thin twig in and out of his mouth, dad tried to explain with his voice getting breathless, “This is just a way of Uncle Brendan helping me masturbate, Matt. There’s nothing more to it than that…”

“You mean he’s jerking you off, but using his mouth?”

“That’s right,” dad gasped. “He’s just doing me a favour!”

Uncle Brendan reached back to grab dad’s big bare butt-cheeks and started making loud slurping noises as his mouth drove faster and faster up and down dad’s spit-soaked pipe. Uncle Paul seemed to like the way Uncle Brendan was helping my dad out, because his hips started banging even louder and faster against the muscly mounds in front of him and he started making grunting noises like dad does when he’s really going at it with mom.

“Ah yeah! Suck his cock!” he muttered to Uncle Brendan. He bent over Uncle Brendan’s body so that his chest was moving against his back, his hips still whacking against the big beefy butt.

“Make him cum down your throat!” he whispered into Uncle Brendan’s ear, reaching underneath him to grab his massive spronger and then jerking it really fast like I was doing with mine.

“I’ve seen mom doing this to you when you’re making love with her,” I called over to him, seeing the way dad’s shaft was so wet as it pumped in and out of Uncle Brendan’s mouth and the way his knackers would thump against his chin in time with the thrusting of his hips. “Doesn’t that mean that you and Uncle Brendan are making love now that he’s doing it to you?”

“No!” dad snapped back at me, before whispering down to Uncle Brendan, “Push your fingers between my cheeks… work a couple up me!”

Dad looked over at me, his face going red and his forehead getting sweaty, “This is different, Matt… this is something that your mom does to me… but she’s not here… so Uncle Brendan’s doing it instead…”

I was getting confused, but I kept on whacking at my bonk-on because seeing what Uncle Brendan was doing to my dad’s pumped-up pecker looked so totally amazing. “So it’s not proper making love if it’s a guy doing what a woman normally does…?”

“Exactly, Matt!” dad grinned over at me as he bent forwards a bit with Uncle Brendan’s hands moving like crazy against his butt. He started panting and slamming his hips really fast into Uncle Brendan’s face, just as I became aware of a new smell in the room wafting over from the two of them.

Uncle Paul smelt it too – I saw him sniffing the air like I was – and he grinned really broadly and whispered into Uncle Brendan’s ear, “Finger him deep, Bren! Stretch his dirty shitter wide open!”

I realised Uncle Brendan’s fingers must be up inside dad’s stinky butthole because the smell he was kicking out was the way the bathroom gets after he’s taken a dump.

That made my hand speed up so fast that my nuts started smacking up and down really hard against my fist each time it slammed it up and down my pencil prick.

Dad saw me and Uncle Paul sniffing at the air and at first he just smirked and pushed his butt back harder against Uncle Brendan’s fingers. But then he seemed to realise that it was the stink wafting from his hole that we could both smell really strongly and his smile quickly vanished and his cheeks blushed a deeper shade of crimson.

He said, “Sorry, Matt… Uncle Brendan’s… er… helping me out round the back a bit too.”

I just laughed and said back, “Make sure you don’t fart!”

And that made dad smile again and he chuckled, “Wouldn’t matter if I did! Couldn’t make the stink much worse!”

I loved the thought that Uncle Brendan’s fingers were sliding in and out of my dad’s skanky butthole. I’d seen it when he was doing sex stuff lying on top of mom, when his legs were wide open and his back was really arched. It was really hairy in the crack, just as thick and bushy as Uncle Brendan was between his butt-cheeks, and sometimes I’d noticed he didn’t wipe too well which must be why he was kicking out such a pong right now.

He saw my hand going faster and faster on my rock hard plug and grinned naughtily at me that I didn’t mind his butt-stink. He grabbed Uncle Brendan’s hand and pushed his fingers in deeper, bucking his hips really rough and hard against his wet, slobbering face.

Something occurred to me, so I said, “Mom never does that to you!”

He laughed, really purple and sweaty and out of breath now, and said, “That’s why Uncle Brendan’s doing it for me… ’cause he knows it’s something moms don’t like!”

Uncle Paul gripped Uncle Brendan really tightly and gasped into his ear, “Oh God! I’m gonna cum!” He stared gasping and whimpering into Uncle Brendan’s back, his hips jackhammering like a machine out of control against his big round butt cheeks.

Dad grinned at him and then grabbed Uncle Brendan’s head really firm and made his hips thrust back and forth just as quickly as Uncle Paul’s were. I laughed at how funny they looked: my dad and Uncle Paul both slamming their baloneys at full speed in and out of both ends of Uncle Brendan!

I couldn’t decide what looked more amazing: my dad’s long curvy pole whacking in a blur through his gaping mouth; or Uncle Pauls’ thicker cronk banging really fast and noisy right up inside his big muscly butt.

Dad looked at me and chuckled at how much I was laughing. He stared at my hand thumping up and down on my scrawny prick and said, “You like it son? You like watching your old dad get his dick sucked?”

Then he started shuddering and whimpering like he was crying, and I realised that his white stuff was pumping down Uncle Brendan’s throat.

That made me laugh even more: to see Uncle Brendan swallowing dad’s white stuff really quickly, with his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he struggled to keep up with all the hot sticky goo squirting out from dad’s mushroom slit.

I called out, “Go on, Uncle Brendan! Drink it all down!”

“Yeah, take it all, mate!” dad gasped as he emptied his plums down Uncle Brendan’s throat. “Eat my spunk! Go on, suck it all out!”

After he’d finished, I realised Uncle Paul had shot off up Uncle Brendan’s butt and I felt disappointed that I hadn’t seen either of their knobs spill their muck.

I said, “Aw, I didn’t see any white stuff come out!”

Uncle Brendan smiled over at me, wiping his mouth and then his butt, and then squatted on the bed in front of me.

He said, “Okay, Matthew, I’ll let you see me squirt mine if you let me watch you squirt yours!”

I laughed, “Yeah, let’s do it!” and we both whacked our jeb-ons really hard, with Uncle Brendan sort of hunched in front of me so I could see how stretched his butthole looked from having Uncle Paul’s marrow up it.

He said, “Do you want to see me finger myself, Matthew?”

Dad said, still out breath from where he’d shot his wad, “Yeah, anal masturbation’s… a healthy thing… for him to know about!”

I shrugged. “What if it stinks, though, Uncle Brendan? It smelt really whiffy when you were doing it to dad!”

Uncle Brendan just chuckled, still pulling at his pud.

“It doesn’t matter about the smell… that’s part of what makes it sexy and special!”

“Yeah?” I grinned. It seemed like it might be true: when dad had had Uncle Brendan’s fingers up his butt, the smell of it had made me feel really horny.

I watched Uncle Brendan push his finger into the massive red ring between his legs and then gasped as he started sliding it in and out. It sounded like it was wet inside: his finger squelched like a mouth chewing gum as he worked it back and forth.

So this was what my dad called ‘anal m-something’. It looked really cool the way he had one hand bashing away at his huge upright jimmy and the other slurping in and out of his big gapey butthole.

Fancy wanking off with both hands at once! How amazing would that be?! I’d have to try doing this to myself in bed one night soon! Rub my swollen joystick with one hand, and pump my slimy butt with the other! How great would it feel!

Uncle Brendan saw how totally in awe I was the way he was working his own butt, and asked, “Do you like it, chief?”

“Yeah, it’s epic!” I said. “I’ve seen mom do this to her veejay when she had dad’s donger in her mouth, but I didn’t know guys could do the same thing to their butts!”

“Does it smell whiffy like you thought it would?” he asked.

I sniffed hard but I couldn’t smell much from it, but then as I looked down between his legs, a big dollop of Uncle Paul’s frothy cream leaked out from where his finger was by now ramming in and out of his huge over-stretched pucker.

He laughed back and we jerked our differently-sized pool-cues faster and faster, him grinning at my purple bean-head looking all nasty and gooey and me beaming at his massive chuff with Uncle Pauls’ frothy jizz seeping from it.

We both shot our loads at the same time which was totally awesome: Uncle Brendan showering his own thick white yoghurt all over his big muscly chest and me splashing my more watery milkshake in dribbles across my scrawny belly.

When we’d finished, dad grinned, “Okay, Matty, first to the bathroom and then to bed. Your uncles are taking you to the beach tomorrow and you don’t want to be tired!”

“Can I see you making love again?” I asked them as I yanked my pyjama bottoms back up.

“Of course you can,” Uncle Paul chuckled as he pulled on a pair of shorts to sleep in.

As dad was putting me to bed and after he’d told me not to tell my mom that Uncle Brendan had helped him do the m-word, I asked him if it was wrong to call white stuff spunk like he had.

“It’s not wrong, Matt, it’s just a bit more casual than semen which is the proper word.”

He smoothed my duvet down and went on, “Nothing’s ‘wrong’ unless it’s hurtful or unkind – I’ve told you that before. Some people might think it was wrong for you to watch me and your mom or your two uncles making love, but we as your parents think it’s good for you.”

“I like it!” I grinned. “When I’m older, I want to do it like Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan do, using a guy’s butt and letting him use mine!”

“That’s fine,” dad smiled, “if that’s what you want. And if you want to try it with girls too, that’s also fine!”

“No, I definitely want to do it with guys,” I shook my head to show I’d made my mind up good and proper. “Watching Uncle Paul and Uncle Brendan was way more fun than watching you and mom! My willy got really big and dribbly!”

Dad laughed and said, “Yeah, I noticed that, Matt!”

I went on, “And I really want to do what Uncle Brendan did to you! How awesome must it be to feel a guy’s white stuff blasting down your throat?!”

He chuckled and walked over to put my light out. “Well, if that’s what you want, just promise me one thing.”

I nodded.

“When you’ve found yourself a friend, like Uncle Paul found Uncle Brendan, and the two of you come here to stay with your mom and me…”

I nodded again, liking his idea of what the future might hold.

“Just promise me,” he went on, “that you’ll let your friend help me out with jacking off, the way Uncle Brendan did tonight when he used his mouth and finger… I’d appreciate that a lot, Matt!”

“Of course I will, dad,” I giggled. “We can all do fun stuff, just like we did tonight, as long as sometimes we invite my two uncles to join in too!”

“You got a deal there, son!” he grinned over at me, before turning off the light and heading off happily to bed.

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